Take Me Home

Chapter 8 - It Meant Nothing

The heavy wooden door shut behind Matt, the echo of his departure lingering in the air. My heart pounded like a drum as I stood alone with Lance in the dimly lit living room. The tension was palpable, a thick fog of dread and anticipation that seemed to seep into my bones.

"Come on, Vixey," Lance growled, his voice low and menacing. He grabbed my wrist, his grip firm and unyielding.

I tried to pull away, but his strength was overwhelming. With each step, my fear grew. Where was he taking me? What did he have planned?

Lance led me through the dark hallway, past closed doors and forgotten memories, until we reached the bedroom. The room was dimly lit by a single lamp, casting long shadows across the walls. The bed was large, dominating the space, its dark sheets a stark contrast to the pale moonlight filtering through the curtains.

"Get on the bed," Lance commanded, his voice dripping with authority.

I hesitated, my mind racing. I knew what was coming, and part of me wanted to run, to escape this nightmare. But another part, knew better.

With trembling legs, I climbed onto the bed, my eyes never leaving Lance's. He moved with purpose, his every action deliberate and calculated. He reached into his pocket and pulled out a length of rope, the coarse material glinting in the dim light.

"Lie down," he ordered, his tone leaving no room for argument.

I obeyed, my body rigid with fear. Lance wasted no time, securing my wrists to the bedposts with practiced ease. I struggled, but the ropes held fast, binding me in place.

"Please, Lance," I whispered, my voice barely audible. "Don't do this."

He ignored my plea, his eyes cold and unfeeling. He moved to my feet, tying them to the opposite corners of the bed. Now completely immobilized, I felt a wave of helplessness wash over me.

Lance stood back, surveying his handiwork. His gaze was intense, almost predatory, as he studied her bound form. My heart raced, my breaths coming in short, sharp gasps. I was at his mercy, and he knew it.

"You're mine, Vixey," he said, his voice a soft purr. "And I'm going to enjoy every moment of this."

He climbed onto the bed, his weight pressing me further into the mattress. My mind screamed, but my body betrayed me, responding to his presence in ways I couldn't control.

Lance's hands roamed over my body, his touch rough and demanding. He traced the curve of my hips, the swell of my breasts, each caress sending shivers down my spine. My protests were muffled by the unwanted desire coursing through my veins.

"You like this, don't you?" he taunted, his lips brushing against my ear. "You like being dominated like a little slut."

I wanted to deny it, to fight against the truth, but the words stuck in my throat. Instead, I moaned, a sound of surrender.

Lance's grin was wicked as he continued his assault on my senses. He kissed my neck, his teeth grazing it, leaving a trail of fire in their wake. I arched my back, my body so desperate for more, even as my mind screamed in protest.

"That's it," he murmured, his voice a seductive whisper. "Give in to me."

He moved lower, his lips trailing down my chest, pausing to tease my nipples with his tongue. My body trembled, her breaths coming in ragged gasps. I was lost, drowning in a sea of pleasure and pain, with no hope of rescue.

Lance's hand moved down, positioning it between my legs. My heart pounded in my chest, a relentless drumbeat of fear and anticipation. I knew what was coming, and I could feel my body wanting to welcomed it, craved it even.

"Ready?" he asked, his voice a dark promise.

I didn't answer, couldn't answer. Instead, I closed my eyes, bracing myself for the inevitable.

Lance's fingers traced the inside of my thigh, inching closer to my core. My breath hitched as he found my wetness, his touch sending shockwaves through my body. He teased me, circling my clit with his thumb, his other hand spreading me open.

"So wet for me," he growled, his voice laced with satisfaction. "You want this, don't you?"

My mind was a whirlwind of conflicting emotions, but my body betrayed me, responding to his touch with undeniable desire. I whimpered, a sound of both resistance and submission.

Lance's fingers delved into me, exploring my depths with ruthless precision. I cried out, the sensation overwhelming me. He thrust into me, again and again, his fingers moving with a rhythm that left me breathless.

"Feel good?" he taunted, his voice a low rumble. "You're mine, Vixey. All mine."

My body arched off the bed, driven by a need I couldn't control. Lance's free hand gripped my hip, holding me steady as he continued his assault. My moans grew louder, my body trembling with each thrust.

"Lance!" I cried out, my voice a mix of pain and pleasure.

Lance's grin widened, his eyes dark with lust. He removed his fingers, replacing them with his erection. My body tensed, my muscles clenching in anticipation.

"Here we go," he whispered, positioning himself at my entrance.

With one swift motion, he plunged into me, filling me completely. I gasped, the painful sensation. Lance held still, allowing me to adjust to his size.

"Relax," he commanded, his voice soothing yet firm. "Let me in."

My body slowly relaxed, my muscles loosening around him. Lance began to move, his thrusts slow and deliberate. Each movement sent unwanted waves of pleasure through me, mingling with the lingering pain.

"That's it," he murmured, his voice a deep growl. "Take me."

My body responded, my hips meeting his thrusts with increasing urgency. Lance's hands roamed over my body, his touch both rough and tender. He cupped my breast, his thumb teasing my nipple as he continued to thrust into me.

"It meant nothing," he repeated, his voice a dark promise. "Because nothing compares to that look in your eyes."

My mind was a haze of pleasure and pain, my body moving in sync with his. I could feel myself slipping deeper into the abyss, lost in the sensations he was creating.

Lance's thrusts grew faster, harder, each movement driving me closer to the edge. My moans turned into cries, my body arching off the bed in desperation.

"Lance!" I screamed, my voice echoing in the room.

Lance's grip tightened on my hips, his movements becoming almost savage. He could feel me nearing the brink, my body trembling with the force of my impending release.

"Come for me," he growled, his voice a command. "Now."

My body convulsed, my orgasm crashing over me like a tidal wave. I screamed, my voice filled with a mixture of pain and ecstasy. Lance continued to thrust into me, riding out my climax with relentless determination.

Finally, he reached his own peak, his body tensing as he spilled into me. My body shuddered, my orgasm continuing to ripple through me even as he withdrew.

Lance collapsed beside me, his breath heavy and ragged. I lay there, my body trembling, my mind a whirlwind of emotions. I felt a mixture of relief and dread, hoping that the night was over.

"Good girl," Lance murmured, his voice soft and satisfied.

I didn't respond, my mind too overwhelmed to form words. I closed my eyes, letting the darkness swallow me whole.